I
almost shouted. Almost. Well, maybe I didn’t quite hit the ‘almost’
mark. Oh, all right, I’ll be honest – I shouted.
H e flinched as if hit by a sonic boom and yeah, maybe I
shouted rather loudly. “What are you talking about? Or rather,
yelling about?”
“ The men. They’re laughing at me because of what happened
between us last night
in your hallway,
which, in case you’re having trouble remembering, is fitted
with your security
cameras.”
“Why would they laugh?”
I sighed and it was a big enough,
melodramatic enough, sigh to encompass the frustration of every
woman so far born on Earth who’d had to deal with a wilfully
ignorant man. “Gee, I don’t know why they’d laugh, Heller. Maybe it
was because they saw your hard-on and saw you dry-humping me and
saw you completing untying my bikini, leaving me virtually naked,
before pushing me inside your flat.” I stopped for a second to
glare at him some more. “Maybe, just maybe, they deduced that you were going to give me
a good, hard fucking ! And
maybe, just maybe, that gave them all a great big old smutty
laugh.” And my sarcasm level was so high at that point, it could
only have been charted by the most distant of the planet-roving
droids.
He frowned his disapproval at my blunt language, leaned back
in his chair and contemplated me. At the same time, Bick nervously
knocked on the door, opening it cautiously.
“We have to go, Tilly. Barb and Roger will be
late otherwise.”
“ Go downstairs, Barnes,” Heller ordered.
“Matilda will be there in a few minutes.” Bick scooted away
gratefully.
“I heard about it. Are you not pleased?” he
asked.
I wanted to punch something, preferably
him. “ Pleased? Are you
fucking kidding me? No, I’m not pleased . Tell me whether you allowed or encouraged the
distribution of that footage.”
He stared at me silently, which was answer
enough for me.
“ Why are you doing this, Heller?” I spat
out. “Sending out a message to the troops that I’m your woman? That
they need to keep their hands off me or else?”
“Or else,” he said simply, confirming to me
everything I’d said.
I didn’t know if was more upset or angry.
“ You’re unbelievable.
How could you?”
“Go to Barnes, Matilda. He has a job to do
and I won’t let you hold him up.”
If I’d had something in my hand I would
have thrown it straight at his head. Instead, I flounced out,
slamming his door so hard the window next to it shook. I kicked
over a couple of chairs on my way to the door and left without
saying goodbye to Daniel. I stomped down every step to the
basement, where Bick waited patiently in a 4WD for me.
Noticing the thunderous expression on my
face, he wisely remained silent as he reversed and drove up the
ramp out of the garage. We travelled without saying a word for a
couple of kilometres.
“ I saw the footage,” he ventured, casting
me a hesitant glance. “Honestly, it wasn’t that bad. In fact, it
was pretty hot. You can tell that Heller’s really into you.” I
scorched him with my eyes and he flushed. “Aw man, I didn’t mean
that he was into you in a
physical sense, although obviously he likes to get into you as
often as possible, not that I would put it like that, of course.
Um, er, I meant it more in a sense that . . .” And clocking my grim
unrelenting features, he petered out.
“Shut up, Bick.”
“I think I’ll just shut up now.” We drove in
silence for the rest of the way.
At the hotel, I ran up to bring Roger and
Barb to the car, while Bick idled the 4WD out the front. They’d
dressed as befitting their status as major stars again. Barb had
squeezed into a snugly cut, red leather ensemble, her taut tanned
midriff on display, her enormous boobs barely contained in the cow
hide, the top being zipped down to its last few centimetres, her
copious bounty spilling out the front. The tight mini-shorts she
wore highlighted her perky buttocks and toned thighs. She’d left
her hair
almost shouted. Almost. Well, maybe I didn’t quite hit the ‘almost’
mark. Oh, all right, I’ll be honest – I shouted.
H e flinched as if hit by a sonic boom and yeah, maybe I
shouted rather loudly. “What are you talking about? Or rather,
yelling about?”
“ The men. They’re laughing at me because of what happened
between us last night
in your hallway,
which, in case you’re having trouble remembering, is fitted
with your security
cameras.”
“Why would they laugh?”
I sighed and it was a big enough,
melodramatic enough, sigh to encompass the frustration of every
woman so far born on Earth who’d had to deal with a wilfully
ignorant man. “Gee, I don’t know why they’d laugh, Heller. Maybe it
was because they saw your hard-on and saw you dry-humping me and
saw you completing untying my bikini, leaving me virtually naked,
before pushing me inside your flat.” I stopped for a second to
glare at him some more. “Maybe, just maybe, they deduced that you were going to give me
a good, hard fucking ! And
maybe, just maybe, that gave them all a great big old smutty
laugh.” And my sarcasm level was so high at that point, it could
only have been charted by the most distant of the planet-roving
droids.
He frowned his disapproval at my blunt language, leaned back
in his chair and contemplated me. At the same time, Bick nervously
knocked on the door, opening it cautiously.
“We have to go, Tilly. Barb and Roger will be
late otherwise.”
“ Go downstairs, Barnes,” Heller ordered.
“Matilda will be there in a few minutes.” Bick scooted away
gratefully.
“I heard about it. Are you not pleased?” he
asked.
I wanted to punch something, preferably
him. “ Pleased? Are you
fucking kidding me? No, I’m not pleased . Tell me whether you allowed or encouraged the
distribution of that footage.”
He stared at me silently, which was answer
enough for me.
“ Why are you doing this, Heller?” I spat
out. “Sending out a message to the troops that I’m your woman? That
they need to keep their hands off me or else?”
“Or else,” he said simply, confirming to me
everything I’d said.
I didn’t know if was more upset or angry.
“ You’re unbelievable.
How could you?”
“Go to Barnes, Matilda. He has a job to do
and I won’t let you hold him up.”
If I’d had something in my hand I would
have thrown it straight at his head. Instead, I flounced out,
slamming his door so hard the window next to it shook. I kicked
over a couple of chairs on my way to the door and left without
saying goodbye to Daniel. I stomped down every step to the
basement, where Bick waited patiently in a 4WD for me.
Noticing the thunderous expression on my
face, he wisely remained silent as he reversed and drove up the
ramp out of the garage. We travelled without saying a word for a
couple of kilometres.
“ I saw the footage,” he ventured, casting
me a hesitant glance. “Honestly, it wasn’t that bad. In fact, it
was pretty hot. You can tell that Heller’s really into you.” I
scorched him with my eyes and he flushed. “Aw man, I didn’t mean
that he was into you in a
physical sense, although obviously he likes to get into you as
often as possible, not that I would put it like that, of course.
Um, er, I meant it more in a sense that . . .” And clocking my grim
unrelenting features, he petered out.
“Shut up, Bick.”
“I think I’ll just shut up now.” We drove in
silence for the rest of the way.
At the hotel, I ran up to bring Roger and
Barb to the car, while Bick idled the 4WD out the front. They’d
dressed as befitting their status as major stars again. Barb had
squeezed into a snugly cut, red leather ensemble, her taut tanned
midriff on display, her enormous boobs barely contained in the cow
hide, the top being zipped down to its last few centimetres, her
copious bounty spilling out the front. The tight mini-shorts she
wore highlighted her perky buttocks and toned thighs. She’d left
her hair
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